The Christmas Present That Matters

God's Gift

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I don’t remember the exact day, but I certainly remember the moment. I was homeless on a cold winter evening crying my eyes out to my grandma in my 1993 Chevy Cavalier.

I was sick of life being so hard. I didn’t ask for abuse, pain, or misery but it seemed like it followed me everywhere. 

As I got off the phone with my grandma, who promised to figure something out so that I didn’t have to sleep in my car, I got a call from a friend telling me that her mother felt like God wanted them to let me live in their home.

I will never forget that moment… In a matter a few minutes I went from being homeless to having a home. In that moment I realized just how big God was and how He can provide in even the most dire circumstances.

Late that year I celebrated my first Christmas and the holidays had a completely different meaning than they had ever had before. That Christmas I realized that Jesus was really the best gift of all.

That was five years ago and it’s something I will never forget. I am so thankful God plucked me out of my brokenness. He was the first person to ever see something good in me and He gave me hope.

He gave me a purpose. He gave me parents and an amazing husband. Everything that was taken from me, God redeemed.

I don’t know about you, but as I celebrate my first Christmas married, and enjoy my new parents I will rejoice in the most important gift that I never deserved… My salvation. God’s presence in my life.

I hope you have a very Merry Christmas… 🙂

~ Lovelle ❤


4 thoughts on “The Christmas Present That Matters

  1. Claire

    I hope that you, your husband and your parents had an amazing Christmas. Your story is such a great reminder that God gives gifts beyond our dreams. The perfect Christmas theme.

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